Liv

You don’t need to cry, within a screaming gale, when others ask you why, ask the stones, they never fail, when you find yourself alone, study these times, life’s a trial, but always worthwhile, can you atone, if lovers wail, and darkness marks your home, flip a penny see the sky, think of road and rail, best to leave this way, drink wine from broken cones, discard desolate mail, throw weeping hosts a bone, nothing’s worse than Jail, laugh at your long file, what’s done flies anyway, dance the lonely miles.